Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.